now comes the night [open]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] It was already nighttime; Anubis had not the slightest idea when the sun had gone down. By the time his golden orbs had opened within his cavernous shield from the sun, it had already set and the smaller creatures had started scurrying from their own burrows. Those piercing eyes cast around in front of him, and without warning, he gave a great shake of his dusted body. Quite unusually, it was not dust that came off in plumes, but black feathers and irritable squawks from the number of ravens who had perched along his spine in his slumber as they jolted from their sleep and flapped away from him to other roosts. The lanky baron gave a sardonic grin, and his rusty voice cracked the silence like sandpaper. “Quit your complaining, you vagrants.” and silence obediently settled in his cave. Such had been a nightly affair, now, and the bay warlock couldn’t help but notice the niggling disdain in the back of his mind that the crows were the only companions he had spoken to in the past number of months. On a whim, he broke from his stillness and stepped out into the cooler night airs. The world about him, save for the lizards and insects out here, and the ravens within his cave, seemed absolutely void of any larger life than him. When, in fact, was the last time he had seen another equine? The stag stretched out his neck into a finely muscled arc and flared his nostrils. Inhale. Nothing. Not a single trace of anything other than him and his fellow avians. For the first time in a long time, the notion disturbed him enough to bring him to action. It was about time he gathered himself a harem of mares. It wasn’t that he never wanted to, but the solitude always kept him company well enough until tonight. So, with his mind made up without turmoil or hesitation, he set off towards the Hills of Nyx, which rolled along the horizon not so far away. There, he would find companions of his own sort, and perhaps this time around he would be a little less off-putting to them. The stag molded his façade into one as placid as he could manage, rather than the gnarled default expression he tended to wear, and ambled in the direction that would hold the finer of the genders. If it weren’t for the gentle clang of the golden rings at his fetlocks occasionally brushing against each other, the dust-colored brujo would be invisible among the desert sands. Those lanky legs of his carried him effortlessly to the borderlands of the Hills, their rolling, gentle bluish grasses a foreign sight to his desert home. The very oddity of it prevented him from actually stepping foot into the Hills, but he stood, an anomaly on its image, and gave a gruff whicker into the silence. He was never one to announce his presence with guns blazing, but it was clear enough from his stance that he was quite confident enough to hold his own here, and he was prepared to solidify his own legacy.

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Torn dragon type bat wings shook and flapped slowly as the young tri-colored filly, oddly colored and wandering out on her own. Chaos had been banished from her last home, with a father and mother that rarely seemed to care. At the young age of two years the Gypsy Vanner horse was well built, stocky, yet slightly thin. Feathers of all colors moved over her hooves as they stepped slowly forward, as the dim light of the moon contrasted over bits of her golden pelt. An odd tri-colored mare the filly was, a palomino splash pattern with a few bold spots like a black tobiano. Cream colored forelock covered over the darkest of her eyes, a deep brown to the point it seemed pure black, her other guy blue, sparkling like the sky.

It seemed like forever the young horse had been wandering on her own, not spending a whole lot of time to rest, wings unable to fly she had to reply on the new grounds around her to guild the way. Though the young horse could recall being in this place once before, recognizing it as the Hills of Nyx. The hills bared no cover, not like her golden and black coat offered but help to hide in the shadows, bald face and high white stockings gave her away in the bits of moonlight. As Chaos wandered around the mare stopped lips moving over the dying grass. Snorting at the blades her head slowly lifted, golden ears flickering around at the sound of a horse’s whinny. She hadn’t bothered to sniff out for any other equines in the area, she knew that some came and went all the time.

Multi-colored eyes looked for the source of the sound. Finally resting on the shaded stallion her eyes caught the gold that adorned his legs and the brightness of his eyes. In silence for a moment the filly debated making a noise, but with a flap of her torn wings her vocals replied a quiet nicker. Stepping forward more into the moonlight the filly was more than sure the stallion saw her. Standing still her wings hung lazily by her sides as she stood in what seemed like waiting. There wasn’t much reason for the young horse to approach the stud, sure he would approach if he wished. She took a slightly defensive pose, arching a wing to cover one side of her neck and face away from the stallion. Part of Chaos thought the stallion would simply chase her away, though she knew this was common ground, she simply searched for a bit of company.


(Wow, sorry that really sucks.))

[ANUBIS ;;]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] To Anubis’ surprise, the off-pitch ring of his whicker did not travel far without an answer. The muted sound of a returning nicker came to the stag’s golden-interior sonar, and he flicked them in that direction. Though his piercing occs were familiar with the night’s lack of light more than most, the brujo could not yet see his anonymous companion, but his curious stare did not go fruitless for long. Into a gentle casting of the moonlight stepped a large, multi-hued femme adorned with shredded bat wings. Despite his attempts at softening his façade earlier, the presence of another quickly washed away his concentration, and his orbs locked unblinkingly on the filly for a time without any verbal input. Then, distracted by the curiosity and the number of potentials that lie before him, Anubis stepped inattentively into the season’s last patches of living grass and approached the newcomer. His towering frame brought him close enough to her to make out more of her details. Though, by his observances, she appeared somewhat underweight, though this hardly made her seem a weakling. Her musculature already outmatched his slender, more nimble frame, and no doubt in a few years, she could tower above him in height as well. Anubis himself was clad in his miserly dusted bay coat, the black points of his forelimbs and muzzle muted by the sand that stung at them day in and day out. He hardly looked like a force to be reckoned with. But once he came close enough to her defensive posture, perhaps it would become more obvious as to why the warlock had maintained his own territory without incident of other vagrants seeking land to call their own. He gave off a clear aura of confidence, and his intense stare was unnerving at best. There were few miniscule movements that made it past the stag without notice. But for now, his posture was easy, and he slipped closer to her and offered her another gruff whicker of reassurance that he would not lunge. Anubis was not an affectionate soul, no more than he was a violent one, but he rather despised it when strangers assumed that, by association, he must be an abusive, senseless bastard like some others around the region. No, Anubis could be kind-hearted; he was just incapable of letting it show on the surface. “Good eve.” his unused vocals cracked the silence and he took a single, jangling step closer. “What brings you here, to the Hills of Nyx?” and his cranium cocked to the side in an eerie fashion, making him appear more an over-sized crow than equine. Despite his lack of visual charm, his baritone chords were sincere enough to show he meant no harm.

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Blue eye watched the stallion approach her, the darkness of her other eye covered by the hovering of the torn wing. It wasn’t like the wings served much purpose for flying anyway, on the best of days they barely took her feet from the ground. That really didn’t matter though, their darkness covered her from danger and did pose as decent weapons though for mainly protection. Ears watched the stallion, she took some time to look over him, watching his confidence. His posture seemed easy as he came closer, ears flickering at his whicker. Chaos’ white and golden head lowered slightly, proving to the stallion that he was indeed the dominant of the two.

”I guess you could call it wandering sir. I have no home, so I move from place to place.” It wasn’t really hard to explain that the multi-colored filly was homeless, leaving her on her own to wander. She knew to stay away from bachelor herds and claimed territories as not to get into trouble. At a young age the filly was starting to wise up quite easily and it seemed lucky for the stallion that the better and easier of her personalities was showing. It wasn’t the first thing the filly would advertise, then again her power wasn’t something she chose to advertise either. It seemed her personality was one thing she couldn’t change.

”Sorry I may seem rude, they call me Chaos sir. I imagine they have good reason.” The young horse knew there was many reasons her coat was chaotic, unusual at best, her personality could fling to one extreme to the next in a blink of an eye. Her left wing slowly retracted to her side, resting loosely at her side in the same way the other. Each was torn a bit in a different way, probably with a story or reason, for what the filly was born the wings seemed rather whole. The filly had surely been beaten by the elements and other animals but it wasn’t something she was about to hold onto.

Her eyes rested on the stallion still as her body shifted, weight moving to the side away from the stallion. It wasn’t that she was going to jump off and run away in a real hurry, however she was prepared to take off if needed. It seemed though she didn’t need too, there was always just that just in case, sure Chaos had fear in herself but there was much cruelty she could show of her own. With her power augmentation she could really put up and act of a rough and tough exterior. There was definitely two sides to this young mare, it seemed only a matter of time when the second of her split personality came out to play.

[ANUBIS ;;]

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[atrb=background,http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y216/woogan/AnubisTableMid.png,true] By the looks of this filly, she had already been through a course of action throughout her few years of life. No babe was born with shredded wings, as far as Anubis knew, and simply by approaching her, she reacted by submitting to his presence, lowering her crania and referring to him as sir. The reference seemed queer to the brujo, who, temporarily drawn out of his unblinking trance, blinked and gave her a calculating, peculiar stare. She admitted freely that she did not belong to a territory, which was not surprising in the least. The multi-hued femme looked uncared for and uncertain, for before she even introduced herself, she gave an apology for reasons unknown to the stallion. His skull cocked further to the side, but other than that, he failed to move. It was only until she finally named herself Chaos before he gave a curt nod of his slender, chocolate façade. She shifted again, uneasily distributing her weight to her far side, and the stag’s gaze became shrewder. He lowered his skull some and took one more jangling step sideways so that he stood perpendicular to the filly, his head tilted off in her direction to look upon her directly. “My name is Anubis.” he stated curtly at first, his sandpaper chords breaking the silence again. He paused there, momentarily, and looked her over one more time. The thickness of her coat and her sheer size would be difficult to manage in the deserts, that was for certain. She was already underweight, and the general lack of abundance in food would not help that. But… perhaps the sands would suit her in other ways, as they did for the warlock. He gave a gentle exhale while he thought, a conscious effort to keep her from growing disturbed from his constant staring. At last, the gears in his mind came together and clicked, and he rose his cranium again, his posture growing more authoritarian. “Well, Chaos. Should you desire a home, I could lead you to the deserts I call my own.” The words came from his lips far too articulate and rusty; when was the last time he had offered his cave as refuge for someone else? “I will warn you that your lifestyle there will not be easy. Only the most durable can survive there. But should you wish to follow… I will lead the way.” Anubis was quite aware of his awkward the phrases sounded as they spilled from his tongue, but he was helpless to stop it. He never was any good at sweet-talking or chivalry. Perhaps, though, if he managed to form relationships with others of his own species, the next offers into his harem wouldn’t be so awkward.

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Eyes watched the stallion as his head cocked and eyes stared when she spoke, the young horse watching as he gave only a nod. She basted in the silence for a moment, the cruel quiet something the filly had lived with so long it didn’t seem to bother her. Her eyes watched him as he moved, her head matching his as it lowered, making sure it indeed stayed lower than his. For she wished no threat to him in anyway and hopes a fight was not to occur at all. His voice broke the silence, his voice rough in her mind. Head turned slightly she watched him look over her, sizing her up in some ways. Though it seemed he wasn’t going to attack her she let herself relax a bit.

Chaos’ ears flickered as the stallion spoke of a home. She had never once before been offered a home before, only chased away. It wasn’t like her stocky short body made great breeding stock, her color something less desired as staying hidden wasn’t exactly something she did well. The desert? Chaos had not wandered a single desert in her entire short life. Maybe an adventure was on her list, but more the thought of acceptance rambled through her mind. For the first meeting of this strange golden eyed stallion brought her acceptance her body did fill with a bit of happiness. Oh happiness a feeling she didn’t recall, it made her heart race and a bit of child-like excitement reach her body.

”I will follow you sir Anubis. I have survived mainly on my own until now, I’m sure I’m somewhat durable.” Her loss for words was clear with her excitement. The thought of acceptance dulling any bit of her other personality there possibly was. Chaos’ eyes watched the stallion; he seemed as awkward as she. It was clear he was alone, for how awkward he was she must be his first. Then again she had no idea how this was supposed to go anyway, but she would go willingly to whatever land he had. ”I shall follow your lead.” Her head nodded, coming up slowly, careful she stayed under the level of his own. It was one of the only things she could really remember was good. Stay down, let them know they are the dominant ones. But how long would that last with this girl? Her chaotic personality had not begun to rise and truly she only seemed like a quiet child with little knowledge of anything.

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